The impatient river had strained long enough, <br />To burst through the dam, <br />Gushing past, abrading boundaries <br />Scraping bare, green mossy banks <br />Discarding debris, here and there. <br /> <br />There was a lull, <br />An almost silent intake of time, <br />As she surveyed, the futility of <br />What was washed away, exposing <br />The raw nature, of what survived. <br /> <br />Muddied waters surged occasionally, <br />Hiding deep currents, <br />Over time these too shall settle, <br />Adding another layer, <br />To the river’s story <br /> <br />Grass will soon creep over banks, <br />Hiding turmoil, under a soft green veil; <br />Wild flowers that sprout here and there <br />As butterflies and insects flit <br />Over the tasty tit bits, that muddied waters yield; <br />The river will flow on.<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-impatient-river/
